She wept on my shoulder,
Her tears flowing onto me,
“Oh Maa!”she asked,
“Will I ever be free like thee?”
“Ah!” I gushed,
“I am playful and joyous,
But they tried to bind me too,
Calling my cascade ominous.
A man’s wish brought me to earth,
The Lord’s locks contained my surge,
Undeterred, I escaped,
An irked sage’s curse.
Revered now, yet boundless,
I laugh off the sins of those,
Who still try to bind me,
In small bottles galore.”
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Alpna Das is a practising doctor, trained in dermatology with an undying fascination for the creative arts, books and travel.
She lives on stories and is intrigued by many untold tales behind silent gazes and human expressions.
She lives on stories and is intrigued by many untold tales behind silent gazes and human expressions.
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